Perhaps it’s odd, though crushes are illogical and what standards of oddness apply is difficult to judge, but what I loved most about her was how she felt. I mean the literal, physical sensations I experienced when my skin meet hers. The curve of her hip as I traced a finger over it. The falling of her breath on my chest when I held her close and she tucked her head under my chin. The tickle of soft hair on my nose when I kissed the back of her neck. The perfect warmth of the small of her back as rested my folded hands in it. The silken skin of her neck beneath my lips. The way we fit together when I spooned her. The caress of her tongue against mine as we breathed each other’s breath. The press of her legs against my hips of her atop me as we made love.